“Bridger—”
“Just let me look at you,” I said, stroking my cock. “You’re so fucking beautiful laid out in my bed.”
I stroked myself slowly, eyes roaming over her. Her breasts red from my mouth. Her thighs still trembling. Her pussy glistening.
“Please,” she breathed. “I need you.”
“Yeah?” I climbed back onto the bed, settling between her thighs. “Need what?”
“You. Inside me. Please.”
I lined myself up at her entrance, the head of my cock nudging against her wetness.
“Look at me,” I said.
Her eyes met mine.
I pushed in slowly, just the head, and we both groaned.
She was tight. Wet. So perfect.
I pushed in deeper, inch by inch, watching her face. Watching her eyes flutter. Watching her mouth fall open.
When I was fully seated inside her, balls deep, we both went still.
Having her like this—wrapped around my cock, in my bed, looking up at me with those eyes—it was everything.
“You okay?” I asked.
She gave a deep gasp. “Yeah. You’re so big—I can feel you everywhere—”
I pulled back slowly, then pushed back in.
She gasped.
I started moving. Slow, deep thrusts that made her eyes close.
“That’s it,” I said, thrusting deeper. “I want to see every expression. Watch you fall apart on my cock.” I grabbed both her wrists, pinning them above her head.
“Keep them there.” I gripped her hips—those gorgeous fucking hips I’d been dreaming about—and pulled her into every thrust. My fingers dug deep into her plush flesh, leaving marks I knew I’d look at later with primitive pride. Her body had so much delicious give. I was mesmerized by the sight of her heavy tits bouncing beautifully with the force of every slam.
“Look at you. Taking my cock like you were made for it.” I reached up, squeezing my hand over one of her breasts. “These tits bouncing as you take me.”
She moaned, and I felt her clench around me.
“You like that?” I asked. “Like me telling you how fucking perfect you are?”
“Yes—God, yes—”
I changed the angle as I felt her getting tighter, her pussy starting to flutter around me.
“You going to come on my cock like a good girl?” I asked, thrusting harder.
“Yes, Bridger. I want to be your good girl,” she gasped.
“That’s it. Let me feel you.” I knew I was about to lose control and I wanted her to fall with me. “Whose pussy is this?” I growled.
“Yours.”
